Deku Ghost Novels & Stories

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

Even after ninety-nine rejections, I never thought about quitting. I really thought the hundredth would be it. Thought if I just loved her hard enough, we'd finally make it to the altar. To her, my love was a joke. A game she played to see how far I'd crawl before I broke. She fed her ego on my devotion, but never once cared. I was just another option—a backup she could drop anytime. Everything I gave—every second, every bit of love—turned out to be worthless. So I left. Her. Quindt Corp. Carmoria.

I hissed. "Over my dead body. You're not leaving at all," Drake snapped, standing tall and blocking the path. Creak! Creak! Drake and I turned our attention to the shrine door as it opened, revealing the ghostly figure of Maya, accompanied by something floating in the air. Looking closer, it was Emily; the spirit beside her was Maya. "You must be Alpha Silas' mate," Maya stated. I nodded, my eyes searching for Silas, but he was nowhere to be seen.

I could see a pair of red eyes, howling all over. I asked in fear Dekker- " What is that?" Dekker looked up and his face turned pale. He gulped as he stood frozen at his spot. He began to sweat as he clear his throat. I asked him once more-" Dekker? Will you tell me what is going on?" Dekker said in a panic voice-" W-we should leave" I asked -" Why? What do you look so pale? What is that thing?" Dekker lowered his tone and replied-" Gambler of Ghosts. The dark Prince and his men. He is a terror who feeds on the souls mercilessly."

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

The loft is open as a thick glass railing that goes to the average person's hips. Ghost looks like a king overlooking his kingdom as he sits on the three person black leather couch with a black metal table in front of him. I can already see the variety of drugs on the table. I see his strange glass bong like contraption that he heats up with a mini blow torch to smoke the dark crystals. There are humans drugs there as well. Clearly, he’s mixing the deathly concoction as he packs the drugs in mini plastic baggies that you would get something small like a ring. Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk.

In the continent of Ybirth, a place of magic and legend exists, such as magic, mysterious creatures, colors, and a variety of options. But it is about that meagerness that makes another species named Ghost, they have the same shape as humans, so they can easily blend into everyday life. Eating human flesh and drinking blood to satisfy their hunger and maintain their shape, is because the Ghost race is not recognized, that all their resources and possessions have to be self-employed, even reused. human surplus to sustain their own lives.

Bowden looks like he wants to argue, but after a few seconds, he nods and leaves. “Och, lass,” Deacon says as the nurse helps me out of my t-shirt, stripping me down to my underwear. “What are we gonna do with yah, hey? If yeh’re not trying to kill yer wolf, yeh’re running off into catacombs and getting attacked my ghosts.” “Ghosts?” I croak out the word. “It’s a joke, lass. There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

Instead, he poured another glass. “Drink,” Ghost muttered, his voice rough. “Before I start thinking too much.” Luca’s smile flickered, soft, almost grateful. He took the glass and raised it. “To old ghosts?” “To staying alive long enough to bury them,” Ghost replied. They clinked glasses and drank. The whiskey burned on the way down, sweet and fierce. Luca leaned back against the wall, exhaling slow. Ghost sat beside him on the edge of the bed, shoulders barely touching, both of them staring at nothing for a while.